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  • Before settin it off {*scratch from original "Factotum"*
  • [Louis Logic]
  • ... Fresh from a court runnin from a bar tab
  • Drivin drunk with car lag in need of a barf bag
  • I left my smart half on the hard path to recovery
  • With hangover hovering I took a bath in the bubbly
  • I woke up in the trash, cold clutchin a flask
  • With a wino askin for some from me, but there's no stuff in my stash
  • I'm so stuck in a glass but insist on throwin Rollin Rocks
  • Shades drawn, doors closed and locked, hopin no one knocks
  • I'm in a lonely spot
  • Nowhere, and I want some some Stoli shots
  • Like I don't care if my AA sponsor knows or not
  • I'll spend a week soaked in scotch on Venice Beach with the vagrants
  • Then I'm... leavin for Vegas
  • But I'm penny free, and owe a lot of dough
  • to spot my landlord and old lady liks
  • It's like I said, she likes to collect, she don't babysit
  • [Hook]
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I'm the lush president of the wino section
  • Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
  • tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
  • Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell
  • you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*
  • So basically, my drinkin schedule's 8 to 3
  • But wait and see I bet you I can make the rate increase
  • Until I start sprayin my vomit on my Old Navy fleece
  • So sayeth the logic, so say the sheep
  • My next commandment, to drink a case a piece at least
  • To set the standard, a buncha drunks that's dead from cancer
  • Leave your 12 steps abandoned on the way to the bar
  • A convoy that's on joy juice racin their cars
  • Drinkin grain from a jar, that's moonshine to the Leigh men in bars
  • And soon I'm hearin angels with harps
  • Perhaps it's beepin horns and I'm crossin lanes in my car
  • And sleepin on the job but made it so far, I'm thinkin ain't this bizarre
  • It's kinda freezin', tryna find the reason
  • When I realized my gates were ajar
  • I took the Nestea plunge straight to the tar, but never jumped
  • Then I awoke in a pool of my puke where I had left my lunch
  • [Hook]
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I'm the lush president of the wino section
  • Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
  • tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
  • Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell
  • you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*
  • I was born of beer kegs in college dorms and molotov mixtures
  • Fists up, breakin bottles off niggas
  • Make escape doin the hundred yard dash, comin from a car crash,
  • That's what I call a runnin bar tab, back to the lab
  • When an undercover car passed after my ass
  • Dropped to my knees and my hands in the grass
  • A straight shot to the trees beside my door, but I'd forgotten my keys,
  • plus I had too much brandy to last, so I hopped to my feet
  • My hands were both clasped stoppin the stream
  • If I puked the cop would probably see
  • But he was watchin me flee on wobbily feet, at least that's what I'm thinkin
  • That's when he tackled me stagnant and stinkin
  • I said, "No way occifer, I haven't been drinkin"
  • Then he said, "You're under arrest kid, and we're goin back to the precinct"
  • [Hook]
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I'm the lush president of the wino section
  • Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
  • tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*
  • "When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*
  • I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
  • Or find protection in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you
  • 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*

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